Key: Gb major
Verse 1
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(Get me) Uh- huh
(They pretty) Uh- huh
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(Wit me) Uh- huh
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(It's crispy) Yeah
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Whoo Uh- huh,
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uh- huh, yo
Verse 2
fan in the fire
Keep it gully baby boy, share that
Easy when you see me,
get your man clapped
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Yeah, sealed signed delivered, anthrax
I'll do numbers with half that
Catch me wylin' out with a mam
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like the tunnel packed
Yeah, if it's somethin'
I'm feelin' you runnin' that
And we don't let a thing slide baby,
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Havoc make tracks, didn't know,
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just hold that
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Career ain't goin' so well, I got that
Slide you some hot shit, nigga
it's a wrap
Verse 3
me
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
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know them things is, crispy
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Y'all not known for bustin'
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Call the coroner
Verse 4
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Yo, a closed mouth don't get fed, that's why I
talk to him
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I'm hungry, niggas is eat in' fo'
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pounds, I walk through 'em
Either you shook or your 9 spray
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You got a row of sixteen and a clip,
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one in the head around my way
Fuck with my money
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you be shot the fuck up
Dumped off the bridge,
body mopped the fuck up
When them Mobb Deep boys creep
or pop the fuck up
There ain't a nigga that
can cramp my style
Fifteen get money, livin' frozen out
You cowards softer than a bitch,
get a baby wipe
'Fore I show you what the
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Want beef muh'fucker come and get me
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All this rap in the booth,
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Not a nickel get sold
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in the park 'less I eat
Verse 5
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me
9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Verse 6
them things is, crispy
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Hey hey
pound in a glass
Puffin' my haze,
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missed with that dro and sprinkled some hash
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How I roll? Why would you ask?
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pocket full of G's, gun in the stash
with the badge
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That's why when you kick that gangsta rap,
homie I just laugh
From the ave, where snitches get blast
They say, no Noyd, you won't
blow makin' songs like that
I say, homie you sell your soul to glitter,
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it don't last
I don't get no bigger,
I'ma keep it realer to death
Fuck is a check if you ain't
gun on the deck
Countin' the gang that snaps,
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think how many straps and vests
We hate the E- mails and the phones,
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in certain'rooms
Verse 7
me
9's, they pretty
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See me on the streets,
them gorillas they, wit me
Bills in the pockets,
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know them things is, crispy
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Yeah, y'all niggas pussy son
Y'all want it wit us
don't get carried away
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I'm tellin' you it's somethin' 'bout them Mobb Deep boys,
Verse 8
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they no joke
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They blood- thirsty for that rap music yo
It's not a song,
it's a goddamn bomb fittin' to blow
They not a group,
they a muh'fuckin' gang for sho'
we more like a troop and oh
E'rytime we drop a new one
the streets gon' go
cause we don't play with that there
They know it's safe to spend they
money over here
E'rytime they cop from somebody else,
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the shit wack
Get 'em all higher than Scotty
They know it's safe to spend
Verse 9
me
9's, they pretty
them gorillas they, wit me
them things is, crispy
them guns
carried away
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Call the coroner
Outro 1
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